wanting

It’s so warm, it’s actually possible to walk along the shore, no snow, no ice. Just t-shirts and light windbreaker. Wow. January and this happens and on top of that it is not even raining, the sun is out and you’d think it was spring- late spring since the water is not iced up. Not hot enough to strip off and run naked but still, hands creep under tops and nipples get teased as we kiss and snuggle, smiling as we share this rare moment in the dead of winter. No boots, just sneakers which can be kicked off, the sand is not even that cold under our toes,  We sit together resting on the sand, basking in the sun, holding each other, floating on the feeling of being there, the heat of our thighs blending, as we hug and kiss, fingers sliding down into pants to tease your wetness, my hardness, each toying with the other, each smiling at the naughtiness, each thinking of later, pressing inside, squeezing, mmmmm, tasting the wetness on our fingers, sharing the tastes as we kiss, wanting to prolong the moment, wanting to rush back and take each other, wanting, wanting.